Not once, but twice in five days have I replaced my rear tube. I’m telling myself not to blame my new route, it’s just growing pains while I get to know the roads and can predict potholes. Right? I was a bit frustrated with flatting on the longest stretch of road that is a ghost town for public transit, so I was stuck walking through Somerville in the rain this morning.
During my walk I, of course, dwelled and fumed over the money I had spent on tubes over the last week and began to doubt the economic practicality of biking. I spent $5 for a new tube last weekend (I actually bought two, and ruined one because I was stubborn and used tools other than my thumbs to install it, but let’s not count that.), and I am predicting $16 at Ace to get a new tube put in tonight so I can ride home. Granted, this is an irregular week, but still that’s $21 in one week. That’s a lot I told myself.
I could have just taken the T for $1.70 each way. That’s only $3.40/day…$17 for a whole week? That’s a lot of money too, and what do I have to show for it? Nothing. My tube will (hopefully) last me at least a month, but there’s no investment, no added value of getting outside and exercising that comes with taking the T. Somehow by the time I had reached Davis Square with a busted tube, soaked in the rain, and severely late, I had reaffirmed to myself that biking is the right choice for me.